[Verse 1]
They telling J to keep it humble, play nice
But these lame suckers ain't playing the game right
Picture me disgruntled, I'm the A type
I made it out the jungle with a couple snake bites
Life, lessons learned, checks to earn
Bout to set this on fire and let it burn
Word, I get to the long clout
Sit down with my accountant and figure it all out
What living is all bout
I'm hot as Kuwait
If a n*gga don't f*ck with me, it gotta be hate
The hottest to date
Hotter than as hot as it takes
I am a great
How many of y'all could relate, huh?
Let it go for mines
Cause I'm so inclined
I ain't just put in work, I put in overtime
n*ggas acting like R-uh ain't sick
What? I will run circles round any artist you get
Put they names in a bag on some lottery sh*t
I will swing through and tag any artist you pick, b*tch
And that's not to offend you
But I think your rhyming is simple
Tell em stay away from my instrumentals
n*ggas local -- f*ck you little guys ever been through?
I will roast you, we don't need no Comedy Central, n*gga
I been hot since I was sixteen
Thousand bars while you trying to spit a sixteen
Which means, I'm mean plus I'mma get green
Two ways to look at it, split-screen
Huh, tell em duck before I let it buck
You get the cut selling what? You don't sell enough
What, you n*ggas blind? I ain't never stuck
So inclined I'mma need someone to help me up
Yup, I hope your Kevlar heavy
I ain't trying to be the best, I'm the best already
Writer!
[Verse 2]
Don't compare my style
You said you got a rare flow -- how?
I wish Big L could hear you f*cking weirdos now
You don't wear no crown
When you ever been a booth-ripper?
Bunch of new n*ggas; I never knew n*ggas
But what it do, n*gga? Salute, n*gga
Or you'll force me to use it, like the new Twitter
Who's iller, motherf*cker? I'm better
You ain't sick, you just a little under the weather
I spit raw, used to pitch your mother whatever
Now she going through withdrawal -- what you want me to tell her?
I double my cheddar; you could get a bundle of never
Man, I grew up in a hustling era, heifer
This is easy; this beat, I do it greasy
I'm psyched -- how you gonna see me when you see me?
I'm E.T., 3D, chilling at the safe house
Waiting on a spaceship to get me to the cake route
I'mma let them things fly if you play with J clout
Eat you from the inside, we ain't getting takeout
So break out; I ain't the kind of rapper you test
No I ain't shedding skin, but I'm crack in the flesh
Writer!